The Faded Road
The wind did not howl in the city of Aethelgard, for the stones here were woven with a silence so profound that it seemed to swallow the very breath of the living, leaving only the dry, papery rustle of leaves that had long since died but refused to rot, clinging to the branches of the ancient oaks that lined the cobblestone avenues like sentinels of a forgotten age. I stood at the edge of the...
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